Not much has been going on.
I have a cold.
Still working my ass off between the two jobs, not really eating much but feeling guilty for what I do eat (don't read 'EATING DISORDER' here, because I swear its more that I don't have money/time to buy food and McDonald's is so devistatingly yummy but then Morgan Spurlock tells me I'm wrong in the book I am reading. And now I don't really want to have kids because they are just going to end up fat.), missing Joe, and missing actually doing things...other than sleeping.
I've been having some really fucked up dreams lately that have been messing with me sleeping. The latest one that I can clearly remember involves me and Glenn Rehn in his car and he crashes it on to the edge of a cliff in Arnold.
Next week, I become lead milker at the dairy for at least two maybe three weeks.
[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 27, 2011.]
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